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Jun 2021
Dismissive thoughts,
telling me always to quit.
Watching out for time,
counting empty seconds on my wrist.

What is my time,
if I'm not one to make it mine?
And if ever give up in life, it's probably because of those first two lines.

How do I ever give up while still being alive?
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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